Who: Kate, Edwin and Oliver Where: The Basement When: Around 9pm
Initially, Oliver couldn't remember the last time he'd dressed up for Halloween, but that only lasted until he actually thought about it. It had been two years, only months after Jason's diagnosis, but before the treatments had begun fully wracking his body. Before Jason had lost his legs. They'd been terrified and optimistic, and when they'd gotten a weekend full of party invites they'd decided as a pair to say "fuck it" to wallowing in worry. Jason had gone as a particularly well put together Captain Jack Sparrow, while Oliver's convincing Davy Jones prosthetics had been gifts from a very caring artist friend of theirs. They'd been a complete hit, though Jason teasingly complained that he couldn't kiss his husband with all that gear in the way, and how could be possibly be expected to restrain himself for three parties that weekend. It was much better to think of that than how much difference in Jason there had been from one Halloween to the next.
While part of him wasn't even sure he wanted to celebrate this year, even aside from everything else that was going on with Zenith, he recognized that the whole ordeal would probably be particularly good for the group's morale. That was, provided, They didn't fuck it up with their shenanigans. The problem was that he didn't think he was particularly good at choosing costumes for himself. In the past, it had always been either a group thing, a pair thing, or he just went as himself. In fact, his first year home after leaving the military he went to a weekend's worth of parties as a random army dude, simply because he already owned the outfit.
Well, now he had Kate, and if he trusted anyone's judgment when it came to clothing, it would be her. He'd spent a good amount of time that day familiarizing himself with the house, so leading the way to the basement wasn't particularly daunting. The first thing he wasn't expecting was just how many costumes seemed to fill the room. The second, was seeing good old Edwin apparently stockpiling garments over his arm, sashaying around the room in a surprisingly fetching wig and buccaneer coat.
Oliver stopped toward the entryway, a grin curling his mouth as he stepped aside to allow Kate through as well, waiting a second before calling out. "Captain Edwin, the Dread Glam Pirate?"